The first three months of my child's life weren't the fairy tale I thought they would be. I was more exhausted then I had ever been and I was also sad. I didn't feel pure joy. I remember pure fear.
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I don't remember having an obsessive mind as a child. I don't recall mulling things over and second-guessing decisions and, as my friends and family call it, "harping."
Libya's celebration will be fleeting unless the Transitional National Council can transform a popular anti-Gaddafi force into a "pro-Libya" force which marshals the goodwill of all Libyans, for all Libyans.
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